Racing Hummingbirds by Jeanann VerleeRacing Hummingbirds by Jeanann Verlee

Racing Hummingbirds

byJeanann Verlee

Paperback | April 1, 2010

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Racing Hummingbirds examines, critiques, and at times delights in one woman's navigation through the many worlds of manic depression and her struggle to maintain humanity in the process. Jeanann Verlee's award-winning debut collection is a series of narratives, prayers, and conjurings which address gender, sex, race, poverty, heartbreak, and survival with such stark intimacy, you will find yourself living inside. These poems cannot possibly be about you, yet they are. They cross boundaries and reclaim hope. They are as the opening poem suggests, nothing short of communion.
Title:Racing HummingbirdsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:112 pages, 8.5 × 5.5 × 0.25 inPublished:April 1, 2010Publisher:Write Bloody PublishingLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0984251553

ISBN - 13:9780984251551

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the tellingShe is a tornado.He is a man. He is solid and humble.She tells the story three times, convincedhe does not understand. He is trying.The story is about an elephant and a mermaid.No, the story is about a millipede in a thicket of roses,a prized buckskin horse and fifty lashes.She is talking gibberish. He is trying to understand but sheis thunderbolt. Her tongue, a spear.The dog is hiding in the back corner of a dark room.The man wants to sit with the dog. She is melting.Her face pools in her lap. Freckles pile at her feet.There is nothing in the room that has not been hurled.She is science like this. An atom, separating.Finally, the story comes, like flood. Its mud seeps infrom under the doorjambs, rising. They are standingankle deep in water and sludge. He understands now.He is a spiced wound. He wants firearms. Hit-men. A brutal justice.All the while, the window is sitting with its mouth open,spilling their hot storm into the courtyard,where the neighbors have come to their sills,elbows propped, hungrylike vultures.

Editorial Reviews

...a roller coaster of imagistic magic. Form, language, allusion, and voice interact, collide, shape-shift, and duel...throughout an utterly arresting mosaic. -Danse Macabre Magazine